I don’t know how to write this note today… so many contrasting emotions, swirling around my body and mind.

8 years ago I nearly died from a heart complication.

6 years ago it happened again but my defibrillator saved my life in the most painful way that left me with horrendous PTSD.

5 years ago my daughter nearly lost her battle against a mystery virus that has left her permanently brain damaged.

4 years ago it all got too much for my fragile mind and I tried to kill myself but I was too scared to even do that.

Since then, I have been battling my Imposter Syndrome, trying to overcome fear that seems to lurk around every corner.

Today the sun is shining, I am about to collect my daughter from her new specialist school that helps with her brain injury.

Tonight I am taking her to the town fair and she is so giddy with excitement.

Right now, I find comfort in writing for my tribe here on Substack and I feel blessed.

During my darkest days I never even thought I would find my place again in this unforgiving world.

So my message is this: No matter hw dark your days get, don’t give up. It’s always darkest just before dawn.

Remember, you are not alone. Your tribe is here as well and they’ve got your back.